All The Pretty Ladies...

I distantly recall that the title of this post comes from some book where it was used by the central character, a serial killer, when he described his favorite victims. If you remember that book too and have also made that connection, just you know that you're already on the wrong track, mister.

I digress...

What I intended to talk about is the recent crop of the Pretty Ladies who have started enjoying brief walk ons in my life. I am intrigued and attracted to all of them, on some very basic level. I would be happy spending time in the company of any of them. It's literally down to whoever shows more interest in me, beyond the occasional pleasant emailed chat.

Frustrating Girl
...appears to be back. In a recent entry in her blog, she mentions that there's Trouble in River City, as it pertains to her unfortunate recent choice for male companionship. Turns out that he's sort of bi-polar and runs hot and cold and recently, cruel and spiteful. All of which leaves her feeling sort of lost, confused and distressed.
I wonder if she's thinking about writing me and re-establishing contact. I certainly hope so. There were body parts revealed to me that the dim lighting did not offer proper inspection of. Perhaps another visit is in order to remedy this.
That's a cheap shot.
The truth is, I really, really like her. And when you hear me trivialize my relationship with her, know that it comes from my sad dissapointment that she chose someone over me. Sometimes that pops out as snark.
I spend an innordinate amount of time thinking about how much I enjoyed kissing her.

Hippy Girl
Hippy Girl is someone new to this blog. I've never mentioned her before. She's a flame from Days Past. A love, from a long time ago.
We spent one really wonderful weekend together, watching movies, rolling and tumbling and kissing at every available moment. The next week, she accepted a job on the other side of the country and has been gone since.
3 years. Poof, dissapeared without a trace. I missed her so badly that I wrote poetry about her. Which Garrison Keillor actually read on his radio show. (No joke. It happened. I should throw up a link here.)
But fate works in funny ways.
This summer she returns to Chicago for a limited engagement. 2 or 3 months spent here, working and living. I desperately want to spend time with her. As much as she can give me. Even though I know that she will be leaving at the end of the summer. I can't think of anything better than a nice summer romance with her. That would be a very good thing.
As much as I want that, I am going to avoid her. I haven't gotten any indication that she's interested in me for anything more than the "funny friend" job. Indeed, if she was interested in me, she would've called or written in the 2 - 3 years hence. That's a pretty solid indicator that she isn't into me.
So maybe I will see her at parties or out in the city. I won't avoid her. But I also won't pursue either. I'm going to let fate and her actions sort this one out. And if they don't, well, then she leaves for home and no one gets hurt.

The WidowMaker
The WidowMaker is a recent addition to the pantheon of Lovely Ladies in my life. She started a conversation with me, through a webboard that we both frequent. It stretched across a few days and touched upon topics bigger than the initial subject.
There was some flirting. There was some teasing. There was a definite connection.
And then she found me at a party...
A party that I was leaving and she stopped her conversation to run across the room and introduce herself to me. I don't know if you've had that experience before, Dear Reader, but it is an unintentional ego boost. To have some cute little lady run up to you and be very excited to see you, the pleasure is sublime.
I've seen her around the various theaters in the city, a couple times since then and she's always glad to see me. I even trudged through a traditional Chicago blizzard to see her perform in some out of the way speakeasy. I think she appreciated the effort.
My plan here is to leave her alone. I really like this girl. If she gave me any real indications that she was into me, I would ask her out. Until then, I am enjoying the process by which we get to know each other.

Note: The nickname "The WidowMaker" isn't meant to imply anything. In a recent conversation, she mentioned that her name means "Window Maker" in some European language. I mis-read the translation and started calling her the "Widow Maker". To my knowledge, she's never actually made a Widow. Or a window. So there.

Ah, Dear Reader, I am getting tired writing here. I have to get up and stretch my legs or I will pass out on my desk. I will edit this later and tell you about The WidowMaker & The Movie Star. Two more pretty ladies who've just show up for consideration, in my life. I promise to tell you more about them soon...

COB out (temporarily.)